I just loved Shyne4ever's post about going bare-assed on the 4th of July. I think we should continue a similar post to find out how many others also enjoy the delights of going bare-assed.
Whether they admit it or not, I've come to the conclusion that many spankees's, at least the ones I've talked with, seem to have a penchant for going bare-ass. Even hearing the word seems to have an extensional connotation to it that stirs a certain emotion deep in our psyche. Sort of like when you overhear someone casually mention the word spanking or bare bottom.
For myself, ever since I was growing up and began to form adolescent fantasies about being over a maternal lap getting my bare behind smacked the sensation of being bare-assed took on a whole new dimension of its own. Even without getting a spanking I began to enjoy the sensation of running around bare-assed. Growing up in the sticks afforded me plenty of opportuities to go out in the woods where nobody would see me and pull my jeans and panties down to get a little bare sensation. Oh the delights of adolescent exploration. As I got older in my teen years I started to go completely bare-assed naked whenever I got the chance.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not an exhibitionist by any means, although it did give me a little thrill when I would go bare-assed around the house when it was just mom and I home. She just chalked it up to adolescence, but to me it was intensly sensual. Of course I never let on my feelings until I accidentally saw her doing it. That's when I knew it was okay to enjoy it and cemented forever my penchant for going bare-assed.